1 Corinthians 1-13

If I speak in the tongues of men
and angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or
a clanging cymbal. And if I have the
gift of prophecy and can fathom
all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move
mountains, but have not love,
I am nothing. And if I give all
I possess to the poor, and
surrender my body to the flames,
but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking, it is not
easily angered, it keeps no record
of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil,
but always rejoices in the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are
prophecies, they will cease; where there
are tongues, they will be stilled,
where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
but when perfection comes, the imperfect
disappears. When I was a child, I talked
like a child, I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child. When I became
a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see as through a mirror, darkly;
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully,
even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope, love.
But the greatest of these is love.